At the place in the forest where three streams converge, a retired warrior shows me the place where he hangs his hammock and reads, where he enjoys nature and his solitude. He can go all day without seeing anyone because they, like me, are so busy doing the Lord’s work or their own or foolishly pursuing some temptation. Often those three look the same and, with grace, are, merging together as God redeems the divine and the selfish and the foolish into one living stream.


Photo of rounded boulders along Perkins Run in Ardencroft, Delaware, March, 2019.
Photo and text copyright 2019 by Danny N. Schweers.

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Donna Swajeski <> wrote:
Wow, very powerful, Danny. Love this!!! I love how you captured the sense of movement, like the stream over the stones.

Dave Von Bieker <> wrote:
This one gave me pause. A deep lesson (or three) in here. Thanks as always for your work.

Harold Ross <> wrote:
Danny, this is very thought-provoking! So interesting.

Roberta <> wrote:
very very nice!

Hugh Phibbs <> wrote:

Thanks for your comments on my “Three Streams” photo and prayer last week.
Especially good to hear from Dave Von Bieker, a longtime supporter of my work and for many years (perhaps still) a driving force behind Bleeding Heart Artspace in Edmonton, Alberta. See:
Good, too, to hear from Harold Ross, who just had a monograph published by LensWork magazine. See:
And always good to hear from Donna Swajeski. A new musical she has written for children — “The Adventures of Princess Truheart” runs April 6-28 at the Delaware Children’s Theatre in Wilmington, Delaware. See:
Roberta recently shared with me a poem I had not seen before from one of my favorite poets, W.S. Merwin. You can see “Thanks” using the following link:
Hugh Phibbs and I recently talked about the virtues of polyester, which he describes as a starch, as a string of carbon atoms with hydrogen offshoots. Hugh likes polyester for its archival qualities. Hugh worked for many years as a preservator at the National Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C. and continues to champion preservation methods. See:
The retired warrior who showed me his hammock hanging spot in the woods is a neighbor who I was tutoring in photography. He had loved using a camera in high school and now, in his mid-50s, after having served 27 years in the U.S. Marines and U.S. Army, he is getting back to an early love. We spent two hours together. It was wonderful to see what he once knew being remembered, the lessons he learned on a film camera coming back to him as I taught him about his new digital camera.

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